As some of you know I box and coach boxing. That means I get hit from time to time. No big deal.

20 some years ago my sparring partner was Welterweight Golden Glove champ of NYS. He made me see stars, once.

Since then no one was able to do that to me until.......Dreyfus. When wrestling with him he would rear his head back and hit me. I saw stars a few times.

Tonight I come home from the bulldoggers meeting and greet the dogs. I'm bending over petting Diamonds as Dsreyfus runs all over the house bouncing on the furniture and he does his 6 foot leap on to my chair....which I'm infront of.

He nails me above the eye while in mid air. It hurt like a mofo. As the sting subsided I thought I would have a black eye. So I go into the bathroom to check it out. The little bastard split me open above my eye. A nice even scalpel looking cut.

A few weeks ago I sparred for like 9 rounds. I was in with some big guys and it was their first sparring session so they didn't know how to hold back. I had 2 black eyes and people were horrified! It was actually kinda fun to go to the mall.

cheekymunkee wrote:Justice turned the nail on my big toe black once by launching off of it. she has hit me so hard in the back of my head with her tail it felt like someone hit me with a broom. Left a knot.

lets see, kiss-head-whacks, head butts while playing, knocked right off my feet from standing and over onto my back (multiple times, Oscar thinks its funny to run into people,(especially when they are facing the other way and their knees buckle) I have to warn people if they hang out with us while we're fetching, needless to say he does not try that to me anymore)

Mine, however, does his own damage to himself, just the other day he smacked his head of a corner of flashing on the side of a building, my bf and I were like "holy crap" of course, Oscar just kept going like nothing

I remember one day I came home from work and got down on the floor to wrestle with Pookie. She ran and got a bone and pranced on over to me with it, flung her head, the bone flew out her mouth and hit me in my glasses, which flew under the couch. I went under to get them, I guess she thought I was play bowing because she ran over to me, butted me under my chin tossing her head. I bit my tongue so hard everything got gray for a minute and I saw stars (I really did!) Needless to say, I make Vicki sit when she greets me. One black out was enough to last me a lifetime.

Harry almost sent me to ER once, and *I* wasn't even playing with him!

I leaned over to pet Grant, when Harry raced across the room towards us. I didn't expect him to jump up on me, and as I stood up, his shoulder collided with the temporal area on my head, REALLY hard.

I blacked out for just a moment, and when I came to I was VERY nauseous. I had to sit down. My BF kept asking if I needed to go to the hospital, but I told him I was OK. It hurt to open my mouth for at least 4 days.

I keep bees, and I got stung above the eye last summer and my whole eye swelled up. People wouldn't talk to me at swim practice for the kids, and the bank lady looked at me sadly and gave my kids a huge handful of lipops!
I told one guy "it is a bee sting" and he looked grateful and said he was afraid to ask! The funny thing is my husband will swerve for a butterfly, and takes spiders and ladybugs outside to release! He is a big mushhead!

As far as the dogs, Tallulah the Bull Terrier the first time she met Dave, my husband, jumped up to say hi and split his chin wide open! And he loved her anyways;-)

I got a pretty serious injury working a mastiff in November. I had a black eye, badly swollen cheek and my glasses were all bent. It is amazing the looks I got from people. First thing Monday, I went in to get my glasses fixed and no one would meet my eyes.

I went into a store and a guy asked me what happened and I said I was playing with a friend's dog, and he responded "sure you were". Why did he ask?

I used to get horrible bruises from rugby, my worst in the 10 years I played was a full cleat pattern on the inside of my left thigh. You could see all 6 studs and then they slid down my leg to the top of my knee. It was nasty. At the time I was working out at a gym daily with my bf. He didn't go with me one day and my bike shorts rode up a little and you could see most of the bruise/scrape. This HUGE guy walks up to me and says "Do you need help?" I looked at him and said "what?" (completely clueless to what he meant) and he looked at my leg, then at me and didn't say anything. I said "oh! no, that's from rugby!" and pulled my shorts down as far as they would go to cover it. He gave me 'that look' and walked away. Needless to say the bf got plenty of dirty looks for the next week or so.

Michelle

Inside me is a thin woman trying to get out. I usually shut the bitch up with a martini.

Well, I guess it's true than...pit bulls ARE vicious beasts who turn on their owners.

I don't have any great horror stories...just a few minor ones. In one, Molly jumped on the bed to wake me up in the morning and landed on my face. On my eye to be exact. She left a nasty claw mark across my eyebrow and eyelid. In another, I was wearing shorts, sitting on the couch getting Bosco all amped up and he jumped into my lap. I now have a lovely 3 inch scar across my inner thigh from his damned nail scratching the hell out of my leg.